Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Russia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Move to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slits,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Green,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delta 5,
CMW,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.